Life was playing swiftly
like a car wreck.
And people
were muttering softly
about all those hot,
sweaty,
smelly,
***** summer nights
drowning in beer and
unruly speak.
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
Life was playing swiftly
like a car wreck.
And people
were muttering softly
about all those hot,
sweaty,
smelly,
***** summer nights
drowning in beer and
unruly speak.
